Kelly stood up in the passenger seat of the roaring red Ferrari, the midnight wind slapping against her face like waves of liberation. Her long, dark hair whipped behind her in wild streams, dancing freely in the gusts. The car's convertible roof had been rolled back, leaving nothing but open sky above them. For the first time in a long time, there were no eyes watching her, no walls pressing in, no expectations weighing on her shoulders.
Just the night. Just the wind. And Liam.
She closed her eyes briefly, tilting her head back, letting the cool air wrap around her like a fresh breath of life. When she finally sat back down, her cheeks were flushed, eyes brighter than he'd seen all night.
"I forgot what real freedom actually feels like," she said, her voice low but filled with awe.
Liam glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Well," he said, shifting gears effortlessly, "where do you want to go?"
